Yup this is totally a daydream

It had been a little while since her outing where she had met the sell-sword, Ox as he'd given her as his name. Long enough that things had physically changed slightly for her. Not enough that she truly noticed, but someone else might of noticed. She was making another run to the kill pile, her second in the day. Gods she was starving. Her rabbit that would of normally kept her going until late in the evening had seemed to vanish all too quickly and she tried her best to wait longer before slinking in for some more. She'd effectively waited until almost noon and she was happy with that at least.

She had her tail curled under her as she escaped the underbrush and came to the small clearing of the plains. Her ears pinned and instinctively she lowered to the ground and creeped forward. She half expected after so long as a slave to be stopped. Her heat had seemed to vanish so she wrote off the need to eat so much as that, seeing as she had never once been pregnant nor could she get pregnant. She quickly snatched a little piglet from the pile and made a dash for the underbrush with her ears pinned and her tail between her legs. She had also wrote off the little roundness in her gut as her finally seeming to put some kind of weight on.